Chapter 7

I opened the door ready for a salesman or someone trying to peddle me religion and saw him. The cop from earlier and the man from the bar, one in the same, was standing at my door. I smiled shyly, looking up and down his fit body. He had on a dark blue button up shirt, and a pair of khaki pants, with a pair of brown shoes. He looked good, like a god standing before me, his muscular arms protruding out of his shirtsleeves, I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around my body as he pulled me close.

“Hello,” I said as I smiled at him.

“Hi there,” he said as he grinned at me.

“Come in please,” I said as I opened the door further, and he stepped inside. He removed his shoes as I shut the door behind him, he looked at me with his smoldering green eyes, as if he was looking into my soul. I felt an immediate jolt of energy; my lust and desire causing a craving for this man. How could I feel this strong connection to a man I had just met last night and now just a few hours earlier, I wondered to myself as I turned the door lock.

He grabbed me and playfully pushed me against the front door to the house. I felt a hunger and an aching in my groin, as I got instantly wetter. I moaned softly as his hands groped my breasts and his mouth crushed onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands slid down my sides; he reached around and cupped my ass within his hands, and he lifted me up and spread my legs apart so that he could get closer to me. I was aware of his throbbing member pulsating through the fabric of his pants against the crotch of mine. I moaned in delight as he pushed his hardness against me, grinding it into me, moving his hips back and forth, pinning me against the door with his body. He kissed down my neck and onto the tops of my breasts.

I breathlessly asked him “would you like a tour of the house?” I got a gruff moan in reply as he dropped my legs lightly to the ground but kept his body in position as he pressed me against the door. I playfully poked him in the chest and moved around him.

Grabbing his hand, I escorted him to the kitchen “Nice house,” he stated, his voice filled with a passionate desire we both had for one another. He playfully slapped my butt with his free hand. An odd arousal from his playfulness swelled within my belly as I glanced back at him.

“Thanks” I said with a smile.

I walked him into my spacious kitchen; I have always loved this kitchen, the profound rich wood cupboards with their brushed silver handles and knobs, to the dark green marble countertops. The marbled green flooring matches the countertops and is a nice addition, adding to the richness of the kitchen. It is very contemporary looking with the stainless-steel appliances and rich earthy tones from the dark green countertops, the deep-pigmented cabinets, and woodwork.

“This is my kitchen, my favorite room of the house,” I said to him, while I imagined him caressing my skin and fondling me on the countertop, reviving a passion within me and introducing new feelings and pleasures, I could only dream about. Dismissing the thought, I grabbed a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie off the plate on the counter and handed one to him while grabbing another for myself.

He took a big bite and closed his eyes briefly, “these are really good,” he said taking another bite. I slowly ate mine watching him enjoy his cookie.
“My favorite kind of cookie, can I have one more? You are an excellent cook,” he said smiling at me as he grabbed another cookie.

I grabbed his hand and led him into the living room, “this is my living room, I spend a lot of time in here reading or just relaxing,” I stated.

“Very nice,” he replied finishing his second cookie as we moved toward the hallway. I motioned toward the closed door “this is a guest bedroom, and this is the bathroom,” motioning to another door. We headed up the stairs and I slowly, deliberately took my time, walking in quiet silence holding hands as we reached the top of the stairs. I walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.

“Here we are,” I said with a flourish of my free hand as I motioned towards the room.
We walked into my room and immediately I saw his eyes widen, the bed was huge.

“More than enough room to play,” he said, smiling at me as he pulled me over towards the bed. He grinned at me and yanked my shirt up over my head; he stood there looking at me with a hunger in his eyes that I have not seen in a long time. His fingertips traced and caressed across my shoulders and down my back; little butterflies fluttered about in my stomach as he unhooked my bra and slipped it off my shoulders, admiring my breasts. I let out a sigh as he delicately outlined the shape of my breasts with his fingertips, playfully teasing my hardening nipples; he ran his thumbs across the enlarged nubs, my breathing increased slightly as eagerness began to build within my groin. He bent his head down to lightly kiss one cylindrical mound, pushing my breasts together with his hands; he brought his mouth down onto my breast, sucking my aroused pink thimble into his mouth, I felt myself sway slightly from the intenseness.

Closing my eyes, my hands clutched his head, as he devoured my nipple in his mouth, suckling it, teasing my nub with short little rasps of his tongue. Soft moans escaped my lips as I arched my back; bending slightly backwards, he followed the shape of my body and continued his assault on my fleshy pink nub. Now moving to the other one, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over my body, as my juices soaked into my panties. Breathlessly I opened my eyes and watched as he ran his tongue across my breasts; he looked up at me and slid his hands up my body to cup my face, his mouth overwhelmed mine, parting my lips his warm tongue delicately probed within my mouth. I apprehensively touched his tongue with my own, as his hands enveloped my face sending electrical pulsations across my skin.

His hands glided down my neck and shoulders, lightly trailed down my arms and across my abdomen, sending sensations of desire into the hollow of my soul. He stopped his exploring fingertips at the top of my pants as he slid a finger into the waistband mischievously. I touched his strong masculine chest, hardened by hours of workouts at the gym, I imagined. I slid my hands down and pulled his shirt up that was tucked into his pants. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt with trembling fingers, thinking that this is wicked; my innermost secret place responded with dampness, as I unbuttoned the last button exposing his tanned masculine beauty. My hands slid up and down his chest inspecting every muscle across his taut skin, my fingertips caressed the top of his pants as one hand slithered down to release the button holding his hardening manhood in place. After manipulating the button on his pants, my hand drifted methodically down the front until I was gripping his hardness within my fingertips. Driving my desire, removing any roadblocks of my rational conscience I unzipped his pants to remove his manhood in all its glorious state. My heart was racing as my desire wholly enveloped me; he shucked aside his clothing; exposing his stunning masculinity…he was beautiful.
We ever so slowly made our way to the bed; he playfully nudged me back onto the pillows.

“Close your eyes,” he said in a stern but kind voice. He pulled my arm up over my head, and I felt something cold and hard wrap around my wrist as a clicking sound was heard.

I opened my eyes, looking at my arm; he placed a handcuff on me, and then quickly fastened the other cuff to the wrought iron swirls of the headboard.